I heard faint noises around me and thought only one thing; let it all be a dream. But unfortunately, when I woke up, I was in the arms of Justin Bieber in a hotel room and the light was dimmed. Pretending to be asleep when he stroked my cheek, I heard him mutter under his breath, "I'm sorry, but I wanted someone to love me for who I am."

I heard someone barged into the door, saying, "Have you lost your mind! What the hell have you done to her! Your psychological problem is getting out of hand!"

I have heard that voice before. It sounded so familiar to me.

"Who told you to enter this room without asking my permission, asshole! Get out now!" Since I was laying on Justin's chest, I can feel his chest moving up and down, and his heartbeat fastened. Justin is a psychopath? That's why he kidnapped me?

Oh, shit.

I immediately jerked upwards and sat up to stay away from him. My face held disgust and fear. I was terrified on what he did to me. Could he possibly have raped me? Please tell me it's a no.

"Darling, you're awake," Justin held a sinister smile on his face, but his eyes held something else that could be love. I shook those thoughts off my head and stood up, my arms and legs started trembling.

I grabbed the remote control and threw at him. Justin dodged but he wasn't too happy about it. Instead, his face roared anger and despises as he got out of the sheets and walked right up to me. He took out something from the back pocket and my whole body shook in fear and tears started swelling in my eyes. It was a gun and was pointed right in my face.

His hand was shaky and his face became red from anger. "Why would you do that? Tell me! Why would you do that! I thought you love me! I thought you have been loving me since you were a freshman! I freaking thought that my ass would have charmed you enough that you wouldn't react when I brought you here! TELL ME!"

He pulled the trigger and I started crying shakily, my breathing went uneven and I was still staring at the gun in front of my face. Before he could do anything, the man in the back hit the gun out of his hand and immediately made him inhale an asthma-typed medicine through his mouth.

A few seconds later, he started feeling dizzy and fell onto the bed before mumbling, "I love you, Hazel."

What in the damn ass world just happened?

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Aye, another update for you guys who started reading my book. 💕

7th of February, 2017.